"You are still the same as when I first met you, and I am astonished." Han Li smiled.
"When we first met, I don't remember that you were in awe of heaven and man. That time with Mo Jiao, you..." Nangong Wan realized something was wrong when she said this, so she stopped talking hastily.
This time, even two red clouds flew over his cheeks.
Han Li pulled her into his arms, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and said slowly:
"Speaking of which, I would also like to thank that ink jellyfish. If it wasn't for mistakenly mistaking his pouch for a jellyfish pill, between you and me..."
"Quickly don't say..." Even though she had already become a Taoist couple, Nangong Wan still felt ashamed, and raised a finger against Han Li's lips, preventing him from continuing.
The sunlight in the forest shone down and shone on the two of them, giving them a slight warmth. In the depths of the forest, birds chirped and chirped from time to time, and the mountain wind passed by, like bare hands.
Han Li stopped talking and just hugged him gently, enjoying this rare tranquility.
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Time flies, half a month has passed.
The Juefan Realm under the jurisdiction of the Nanlin Immortal Territory is the smallest realm among the human realms subordinate to the Immortal Territory, with the weakest heaven and earth aura.
In this world, ten to ten of the people who thrive are ordinary people, even those who are born with spiritual roots and have the qualifications for cultivation are a rare minority among the rare.
And it is precisely because of the lack of spiritual energy in the world that the celestial medicine and spiritual grass are naturally poor, and the cultivation resources are even more pitiful. Often the monks at the alchemy stage are already rare cultivation geniuses in ten thousand years. It is an existence equivalent to God, an absolute strong standing on the top of this world.
Therefore, this world is still dominated by the secular world, and more of it is martial arts and temple power.
As for those cultivating powers that come and go, they are more like gods, and they only appear in legends passed down by word of mouth and in various scriptures.
Therefore, in this world, it is rare to see those monks fighting each other. After all, it is very difficult to embark on the immortal journey, and even the limit of longevity cannot be broken, let alone betting their lives on fighting for revenge. '
But on this day, Yinshanmen, the number one cultivating sect in the country in Beiyuan, was killed by a mortal enemy of Nanjiang Kingdom.
The mortal enemy of the Southern Border Kingdom is just a monk in the middle stage of alchemy, and his strength is far inferior to the current suzerain of the Yinshan Sect. The latter has been a monk in the late stage of alchemy decades ago.
It stands to reason that he didn't have the guts to kill him.
However, the fact is that this person not only directly killed the Yinshan sect, but also controlled a large number of poisonous substances with his bone flute to control insects, and killed all the disciples and grandchildren in this sect who had less than a hundred disciples.
It would be fine if it was just some ordinary poisons, but the troublesome thing is that there are many extremely rare spirit insects hidden in these poisons, including twenty-eight gold-eating insects that have not yet fully grown.
After a fight, only the sect master and several seriously injured elders were left in the entire Yinshan sect. They were forced by the man to the ancestor hall on the ancestor peak of the sect with spirit insect poison.
Among them, the head of the Yinshan sect is a short, childish-looking man with gorgeous hair, his right shoulder is bloody, and even his arms and sleeves have been eaten clean by those twenty-eight gold-eating insects.
"It was just an omission back then that caused you to fail to break through the realm. Why did you want to kill them all like this?" The headmaster looked pale and glared at the shaggy man who used the bone flute to control the bugs.
The latter stopped playing, and the poisonous spirit insects stopped temporarily, and did not continue to chase and kill.
"The aura of this world is limited, and it's not enough to support too many Nascent Soul stage monks appearing. After you stop me once, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will be hard to break the mirror in my life. You say this revenge, should you take revenge?" The disheveled man Said coldly.
"Even so, you have completely ruined my sect, it's time to stop..." the head persuaded.
"It's still one step away. As long as you die, your Hidden Mountain Sect will be truly ruined." The disheveled man continued unmoved.
After finishing speaking, he blew the bone flute again, and the large ghosts that had already surrounded the peak moved again, heading towards the head of the Yinshan Sect and others.
At this moment, there seemed to be a vague vibration between the sky and the earth. Everyone felt it at that moment, but no one cared, because it was only after that momentary change that everything returned to normal. usual.
Immediately afterwards, a commotion broke out in the insect group controlled by the disheveled man, and the originally neat team suddenly became a mess. Those ordinary poisons were no different, but the spirit insects among them all escaped control one after another.
Seeing this, the disheveled man was shocked, and hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power, trying to control those spirit insects.
Unexpectedly, with his full strength, those spirit insects that were trying to fly away suddenly turned around, and flew towards him directly under the leadership of twenty-eight gold-eating insects.
After a miserable cry, the man with the disheveled head was completely devoid of flesh and blood, leaving only a bloody skeleton standing on the spot.
Everyone in the Yinshan Sect was shocked after witnessing this terrifying scene, but found that after killing him, the spirit insects flew high into the air and flew away. .
The survivors of the catastrophe looked at each other in blank dismay, but none of them knew what was going on.
And at the top of a majestic mountain peak in the middle of the Absolute Realm, where it meets the sky, a space rift tens of feet long is opening, and groups of spirit insects of different shapes are gathering from all directions. Fly towards it.
It's just that almost all the spirit insects among them were torn into pieces by the force of space the moment they flew into the crack, and only dozens of gold-eating insects flew into it safely.
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Gaochang Xianyu, Bollworm Sect.
A low mountain range hidden in the poisonous miasma for thousands of miles, the entire mountainside was almost hollowed out, and there were labyrinth-like passages and hundreds of palaces inside.
Countless aliens with ant heads but human bodies, all wearing the same black armor as the standard, are busy walking through the maze passage.
But at this moment, in a huge underground palace in the deepest part of the mountain, there is a huge white ant queen lying down. Her lower body is plump and white and looks like a spring silkworm, but her upper body is no different from that of a human race. A flawless woman's face.
Just at this moment, a vague earthquake struck, and the white ant queen's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and her eyes were full of unbelievable surprise.
"Could it be...impossible, no, it must be... must be..."
She yelled incoherently, the fluorescence flashed on her body, and she instantly transformed into a human form, a young woman in a white gauze dress, but her aura was impressively at the late stage of Da Luo.
"Come here..."
Hearing his loud shout, seven or eight figures rushed in from outside the hall, clasped their fists and knelt on the ground.
"The day we've been waiting for has finally come. The army is assembled and comes out of the nest..." the queen ant shouted loudly.
"This subordinate obeys orders." The eight people were shocked at first when they heard this, and then they were ecstatic, and they all responded.
On this day, almost the largest insect swarm in history broke out everywhere in Gaochang Immortal Territory.
It's just that for some reason, these spirit insects, who seemed to have made an appointment to riot together, did not attack the city, but gathered towards Zhu Yuanfeng, the highest peak in the fairyland, covering the sky and covering the sun.
Those with good intentions went to investigate and found that above Zhu Yuanfeng, at some time, a huge spatial rift with a size of ten thousand zhang suddenly appeared.
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Northern Cold Immortal Territory.
A snow-covered ice field in the extreme north of the Minghan Continent is ravaged by blizzards all year round, and the land is sealed by black ice for thousands of years. Not only are there few people, but even other creatures are hard to find.
A ten thousand zhang iceberg is isolated on it, the whole body is crystal blue, and only a huge and vague shadow can be seen under the cover of the snowstorm.
Without warning, a soft "click" pierced the sound of the howling wind in the blizzard.
Pieces of huge iceberg fragments peeled off from the mountain, making a roaring sound, exposing a huge silkworm cocoon thousands of feet high.
Hearing a soft "嗤啦", the huge silkworm cocoon suddenly cracked open, a large piece of faint blue light lit up from it, and the soaring icy air shot out from it, almost freezing the blizzard that fell within a hundred miles around Living.
In the blue radiance, a white-haired man with two long tentacles on his forehead flew out of it.
His cheeks are thin, his lines are tough, his appearance looks quite handsome, and his eyes are shining with blue crystal light, his eyes are piercing and full of strange charm.
He is quite tall, wearing a blue leather armor, and there are four blue light wings on his back, which are flashing one after another, and his aura is surprisingly at the peak level of Da Luo.
"My lord, are you finally coming back..." He murmured as he gazed at the sky covered by the blizzard with his blue eyes.
In the next moment, its four wings flapped, and a powerful snowstorm surged around it, but its figure had disappeared.
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Central Earth Immortal Realm, Tiangong Continent, somewhere in the Heavenly Court.
In a huge emerald green palace like sapphire, a tall man with short hair, shirtless, face like a vajra, eyes wide open, muscles all over his body, and his dark green robe bulging, was pacing back and forth in front of an emerald throne. The front blue veins are slightly raised, and the expression is quite serious.
In front of him, there were a few Heavenly Court Priests standing, all of whom were clearly Da Luo-level powerhouses, but in front of this person, they all lowered their hands in front of them, with respectful and somewhat fearful expressions on their faces. look.
There is no other reason, only because this diamond-like man named Xuanyuanjie is a Dao ancestor with the origin of the five elements, and he is one of the "Seven Lords of the Dao of Heaven" who stand at the pinnacle of power in the heavenly court.
"Is what you said true? Besides Immortal Huliang, even Tong Qiu was assassinated?" Xuanyuan Jie asked coldly as he grasped the armrest of the throne.
"Reporting to the ancestor of Tianjun, all the eight sons of reincarnation were dispatched, and in groups of two, they hunted and killed the powerful people from various fields who came to participate in the Bodhi Banquet in the various fairylands. It is really impossible to guard against. Those two have already been assassinated and fell." One of them knelt down with a "plop" and hurriedly explained.
The rest of the people also immediately bowed down, not daring to speak any more.
Huliang Immortal Lord is nothing, but the real Tongqiu is the son of an old friend of Xuanyuanjie. Although he doesn't have much contact with him, the love for incense is always there.